The Demons Before the Dawn

The Demons Before the Dawn: an ode to Chester Bennington 

 

The weight of the world drags on

into discomforting space

when you just yearned for the first light of dawn.

 

The screams peak when you feel like a pawn

to the inconspicuous demons in the lifelong arms-race

when you just yearned for the first light of dawn.

 

Others grew to suppress them, being dismissed by a yawn

and told to “lighten up” as if the demons held a classic showcase:

The Weight of the World Drags On.

 

Who imagined we could have shared this space with the spawn?

The space the inconspicuous demons take as their base

when you just yearned for the first light of dawn.

 

You taught us how to stay awake until dawn.

Yet it still took place.

The world carries on.

 

They will see your life through chiffon

while we know the case:

The weight of the world drags on

when you yearned for the first light of dawn.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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